From Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! (2008)
Multi-media artist Susanna Smith captures form from pre-existing patterns on a wall.
In this case, insulation at our outside shower…
Broken things, like hearts and dreams, ought to be taken like torn lace. Easy to fix, with the right thread and a steady hand.
We all have our little solipsistic delusions, ghastly intuitions of utter singularity: that we are the only one in the house who ever fills the ice-cube tray, who unloads the clean dishwasher, who occasionally pees in the shower, whose eyelid twitches on first dates; that only we take casualness terribly seriously; that only we fashion supplication into courtesy; that only we hear the whiny pathos in a dog’s yawn, the timeless sigh in the opening of the hermetically-sealed jar, the splattered laugh in the frying egg, the minor-D lament in the vacuum’s scream; that only we feel the panic at sunset the rookie kindergartner feels at his mother’s retreat. That only we love the only-we. That only we need the only-we. Solipsism binds us together, J.D. knows. That we feel lonely in a crowd; stop not to dwell on what’s brought the crowd into being. That we are, always, faces in a crowd.
– from “Westward The Course Of Empire Takes Its Way”, a short story in the collection Girl With Curious Hair (1989)
© Germaine de Larch Images
First published on http://www.life-writ-large.posterous.com
From the Self Non Self EP, 1989.
The extreme era in the ’80s. From the A Long Slow Screw video tape. Cathartic performance, mountains of sound without melody!